towerofanimus | 009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

Characters: Anyone and everyone!
Setting: Floor Four, September 25th.
Format: Go wild with whatever!
Summary: EVERYBOOOOOOOOOOOOODY, YEAH, ROCK YOUR REAL BODIES OUT~
Warnings: Do we need warnings for partying? ...Naaaaaaaaaaaah.

So that last week had been hell, and they really should have seen it coming, but it's as they all say...

It was just another Tuesday in Tower What The Helsinki is Going On Here.

Unlike the private party, there are definitely plenty of decorations courtesy of the Amagi Inn heiress, and plenty of food thanks to those who offered to hunt for the event and the ones who could prepare what was caught and gathered. Really, everything's set. Even some alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were clearly labeled (so please, don't spike the normal punch. There are kids here!).

So why was this all set up? Why, because they had succeeded in ~~pissing in Jason's cornflakes and got him maaaaad~~ figuring out the cure for the madness of the previous week with the clues that had been given. But wait, was there a birthday or two this month that had otherwise gone unnoticed? Well, why not celebrate them while celebrating their hard-earned victory? There's cards on a table for people to write down the lucky people who survived another year of this craziness, just waiting for well wishes (or not so, depending on if you like them or not).

Enjoy the night!

Feel free to tag into this however you please, whether it's something already on here, or you want to do something else. It's your party, guys... let loose and have fun with it!
As this goes on, we'll add them to the list. Enjoy the spoils of victory, people of the Animoo!
Mingle!
Birthday Silliness!
Games!

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An outfit does not make the lady, Your Highness. The lady makes the outfit.

... I see.

[Aaand suddenly her image issues come to the forefront of her mind. But this is a time of celebration, not self-doubt, so after leaving that hesitation to hang in the air for a moment, she offers a polite smile.]

Then I suppose the correct answer would be to thank you again, though I must say I believe you are exaggerating with words such as 'radiant.'

I must disagree; a knight does not lie.

[Saber grabs a nearby chair and pulls it over so she can sit down. It is by far not as comfortable of a chair as the one she'd claimed earlier, but she was bound by her code to treat the princess as royalty deserves.]

The sun would be jealous in your presence, for the warmth of life coming from you would overpower the sun's rays. [There is a tiny quick to Saber's lips, as if she might be enjoying Zelda's awkwardness.]

[asdfghjkl; she sees your game, Saber, and attempts to stifle the immediate reaction of blushing and stuttering.

It's... only moderately effective.]

... To stare at the sun is to invite blindness. How am I to interact with the world if I burn brighter than it?

[~~Competitive, her? Oh, no, not at all!~~]

[Seeing beautiful women blush and stammer is the prerogative of a king~]

The bold will not be turned aside out of a petty fear such as blindness. There are many things worth the sacrifice.

[Saber reaches out to take Zelda's hand and brush her lips across the princess' knuckles.]

To bask in your presence is most definitely worth the risk, Your Highness.

[Whatever happened to setting aside the ideals of kingship-- nope. Nope, nope, nope. She was a ninja for seven years, she can be stoic...

... Though the beet red points of her ears as Saber kisses her hand are kind of hard to hide.]

Bold? Or foolish, to turn away from all the rest the world has to offer? [Breathe in, breathe out. Poker face.] And what worth do external appearances have if they carry that risk?

[Old habits are hard to break :| ]

The foolish are always bold and the bold are often foolish, but without fools there would be no tale to tell, no legends to pass down, no glory to be had.

You will find, m'lady, that there is one point of external appearance that betrays the internal.

[Saber reaches up to brush a bit of hair back from Zelda's face then touches one fingertip lightly at the corner of her eye.]

The eyes are called the window to the soul for a reason. And a true fool never looks there.

[Yes, she's making full used of her Charisma skill here. Playfully with no ill intention, but Saber needs to have her fun somehow.]

Edited 2012-10-13 04:40 (UTC)

009 | ❝We are the champions...!❞

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